azrael
Azrael is the first to respond to her call, emboldened by the toll of the bells which instilled in him a sense of curiosity and duty. Often, he had walked the dark and empty halls of this castle, seeking life and something more of his time in Denocte. He had unsuccessfully tried to gain an audience with Antiope while she’d been the sovereign, longing to pledge himself and his duty to her kingdom, but finding nothing but emptiness in his quest. Now though, there are whispers of a new era for their court, the thought both refreshing and terrifying all the same. For with change came conflict, but change was needed for their progress as a people.
His glow throws light on the walls as he works his way toward the newly crowned Sovereign, stopping before her to listen with interest in his turquoise stare and words of loyalty on his lips. His gaze sweeps quickly over Morrighan, noting that her wounds had healed and her head seemed clearer than the last time they’d met. The woman who stood here now was something more, something regal. She holds herself with confidence, her words tinged with a bite of authority, though they are not unkind. Instead, she stokes their patriotism, gazing upon the masses with expectation and resolve.
If anyone here feels they have more to give to our Court, speak your mind now.
He looks around him at those who began to join them, some familiar but many not. And in that moment, the shed-star seems called to something more, some higher purpose which could bring him meaning in this place. For too long, he had wallowed in lostness, straying away to his stars and paying little mind to the politics and happenings around him. But Elena had shown him the possibilities which came with court life.
He had watched the way the golden mare had blossomed in her new role, serving as an advocate for her court and becoming a beacon of welcome to so many. Everywhere he went, Azrael had heard her name whispered on the lips of strangers, and pride had swelled within him – for Elena was making a difference, whether she saw it from day to day or not. And every part of him wanted that too, to give of himself for a greater need. To build Denocte into the type of place which Caligo would smile upon. To redeem himself for the loss of his homeland so many moons ago, rebuilding a home founded on caring for fellow man instead of fates and fortunes.
So Azrael clears his throat above the others, nodding his head respectfully to their new queen in a vow of dedication to her service. “I am proud to serve Denocte, in whatever capacity your court requires.”
@Morrighan
